I miss the ocean. I miss the sound of waves out my window and the silent presence of an infinity of water at my back door. I miss the familiar vibration of a boat's hull slicing through calm seas, ...

Here's the result of two most enjoyable spring Sunday bike rides.  

A late afternoon departure, hopping on the Seabus, catching bus #236 at Lonsdale Quay, a quick stop at the end of the line to investigate the condition of the Grouse Grind, and then back to the Cap...

A few early stars are already shimmering in the abyssal-blue Eastern sky, while to the west the ashes of a stunning sunset still glow within a distant high altitude cloud layer. It’s a cool night ...